No more laying waste to hopes and dreams.
Sitting upon this man made theme.
Plotting this while others toil away.
You only represent absolutely nobody.
Stuck in a past that never existed.
Cheese for a camera is another staged misdeed.
I said what i said.
Sick of rhetoric.
Walk but do not speak.
Disease well and truly gifted.
Shoved down throats.
Twisting insides.
Every word spoken only fuels more lies.
Dividing along what you hope will be a conquer line.
Slice up honesty and take it with lime.
Parading to an avenue of war drums.
Holding fists aloft like guns.
Ogling that which you aspire to leash.
Picking at this scab labelled peace.
I said what i said.
Sick of rhetoric.
Walk but do not speak.
Disease well and truly gifted.
Shoved down throats.
Twisting insides.
Every word spoken only fuels more lies.
Languishing on steps meant to embody freedom.
Calculated how you can come back for a re-run.
No sense in ignoring what you believe is wrong.
If a rule stunts you then burn it to nothing.
Carve at peace to replace it with kill.
Spew acrid black ooze until all are still.
For these borders are what gives you thirst.
Genocidal in your every blood soaked verse.
Of patronising something that once had a soul.
Now though it a virus of patriotic control.
Keeping in line those who do not quite fit.
And if they make a sudden move beating them to shit!